Emmouari.
In D major (French horn).
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Reading these pages.
Not bulk feeders.
They flicker and consume.
In sight, the grow and ballon.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Emmouari.
In D major (French horn).
.
Reading these pages.
Not bulk feeders.
They flicker and consume.
In sight, the grow and ballon.
.
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Cicevitya.
In C major French horn).
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When the chips were spread.
On a table, M square.
The deal is to be done.
Timing takes the cake.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Nuesmetila.
In B3 major (French horn).
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An option tried but not used.
For its sake, it was let lose.
Then, brought back for a review.
Recognize its perfect use.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
In A3 minor (French horn).
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Surfing the rolling surface.
Of deep passion read
To morph into the characters.
Ho ho! What else could it be?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Turuazen.
In F3 major (French horn).
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Between pages.
Of borrowed text.
Placed in such a manner.
To read without malaise.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Sowiavis.
In G3 major (French horn).
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We build hard mountains.
Of solid grey concrete.
They served us well forever.
When we’re done, what then?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Iflareeti.
In F major (French Horn).
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Monster dozers scorch the earth.
In the name of progress, would you say?
The scaring is beyond acumen.
Recovery will take time to repair.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Doimifoa.
In C major (French horn).
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Leafing through the pages.
Of an old foxing book.
Though time has not been kind.
The lyrics ring as new.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Amsylari.
In G major (French horn).
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The numbers are ringing.
Their bells of mastery.
To deal with their nature.
Is to practice intently.
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#Amsylari
Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Tuilatimo.
In E major (French horn).
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A worn-out pond.
The old wise frog.
No, a sound of young leaves.
Or a whisper of a song.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.